❴ THE CURVE OF ❵ her smiles beneath his touch, accompanied by that intoxicating giggle curled his own expression into one of content. Her adventuring hand made his skin prickle with electricity (an eerily addicting sensation unable to be felt beneath scales) so much so he had to break the contact of their lips so he could expel nervous chuckle that forced its way to the surface. Embrace brought her closer, as if she would call the affections off at his lapse.
❝ I think I can accept this condition. ❞
"Good,“ she breathed against his lips, then moved to trail kisses from his lips downward, nuzzling the crook between his neck and shoulder. "Still sleepy?” Em did not stop her motions as he embraced her, or even as she maneuvered herself on top of him, knees pressed against the mattress on either side of his chest.
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